Tulsi Gabbard CONFIRMED as Director of National Intelligence
(The Perimeter) Well, well, well, look who just got the keys to the spook castle: Tulsi Gabbard, the surfboard-riding, regime-change-hating, ex-Democrat has been CONFIRMED as Director of National Intelligence. Cue the collective pearl-clutching from the Beltway’s finest. Tulsi is a true patriot who was smeared as a Russian asset and a secret Assad fangirl for telling the war machine to shove it.
Of course, she had to bend the knee to tribal interests to get the gig—kiss the ring, pledge fealty, the usual D.C. kabuki. But in a town where the “wins” are usually just tax breaks for billionaires or another $80 billion for Ukraine, I’ll take a Tulsi-shaped middle finger to the old guard any day. Speaking of which, the media’s been screaming “unqualified” like a broken record, trotting out the same tired talking heads who greenlit the Snowden leaks and the Snowden surveillance state.
Unqualified?
Gabbard’s a combat vet who’s been on the wrong end of the intelligence community’s creepy watchlists—under Biden, no less. If that doesn’t qualify her to run the damn shop, what does? A Harvard degree and a Rolodex full of arms dealers?
Meanwhile, John Brennan and James Clapper are probably sweating bullets in their Georgetown condos, wondering if Tulsi’s got a file with their names on it. Good. Let ‘em squirm. The same crew that spent years sanctimoniously preaching about “democracy” while wiretapping half of America might finally have to face a DNI who doesn’t worship at the altar of the deep state. Tiny wins, folks. Tiny wins.
